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Lu Ci spoke in a serious tone, but a mischievous glint was hidden in his eyes.

Wang Ai's mind was filled with images of summoning immortals, so she tilted her head back and gulped it down without even looking at it.

... ... ....

The moment the liquor entered his throat, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Cough cough cough! Lü, Lü Ci, you old man!"

Wang Ai pinched her neck and gagged.

"This is chili oil!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

Lu Jin slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Serves him right!" Even the usually composed Lü Ren couldn't help but chuckle.

Wang Ai drank three pots of cold tea before she could recover and stormed out.

"Don't go, Immortal Master~" Lu Ci cried out in a strange voice.

"Let the younger ones broaden their horizons!"

The open space outside the inn was quickly filled with onlookers.

With Hong Yin's help, Zhou Meng also squeezed to the front row. His injuries had not yet healed, and his face was still somewhat pale.

"Is it really that easy to summon a spirit possession?"

Zhou Meng asked Hong Yin in a low voice. The latter shook her head, her gaze fixed on Wang Ai in the center of the arena.

In the center of the open space, Wang Ai and Lü Ren stood facing each other. A night wind suddenly rose, causing Wang Ai's robes to flutter loudly.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, then suddenly began to shake his head and hum a strange tune.

"The sun sets in the west~ It's getting dark~" Wang Ai's voice became high-pitched and eerie, and she walked with strange steps.

"Hey, immortals~ come quickly~"

Chapter 298 Thunder Method

As he chanted, the surrounding air began to distort.

Faint roars of beasts echoed from the void, and silver lightning crackled from Wang Ai's pores, forming patterns on his skin.

"This...isn't demonic energy?"

Hong Yin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had seen Guan Shihua summon immortals before; that aura was as thick as ink. But the silver light emanating from Wang Ai was clearly...

"Thunder magic?!"

Zhou Meng gasped in shock. The surrounding crowd immediately stirred.

In the center of the arena, Wang Ai's body began to swell.

His originally round body swelled up, and the outline of bulging muscles emerged from beneath the fat.

The silver lightning grew stronger and stronger, condensing into a blurry, ape-shaped phantom of "637" above his head.

Lu Ren took a half step back with a solemn expression, assuming a defensive stance.

He could sense that something terrifying was awakening within Wang Ai...

"Please, spirit, possess me!"

Wang Ai suddenly roared, his eyes wide open!

Two beams of silver light shot out from his pupils!

The void behind him twisted, and six blurry phantom arms slowly unfolded!

At the window on the second floor of the inn, Chen Qi gently swirled his wine glass, looking at the newly appeared silver ape-shaped mark next to Wang Ai's name on the menu, and revealed a meaningful smile.

"interesting."

He tilted his head back and drank the rest of the wine.

"Imperial Advisor, you're playing quite the trick."

Wang Ai was trembling violently, as if struck by lightning.

His once round, Buddha-like face suddenly twisted and deformed, and the bones beneath his skin made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

The upper and lower jaws were pulled forward as if by an invisible hand, instantly forming a gaping maw large enough to swallow the entire head.

"This...this is?!"

Lu Jin's pupils contracted sharply, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

The crowd watching from the sidelines erupted in uproar, and several young disciples even staggered backward.

Silvery-white energy emanated from every pore of Wang Ai's body, enveloping her entire form.

Wherever those strands of Qi passed, thick white fur sprouted from his skin, instantly transforming him into a half-human, half-ape monster.

"When did the Wang family acquire such methods?"

Lu Ci narrowed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the short sword at his waist.

In the arena, there was Wang Ai—or rather, someone who could no longer be called Wang Ai.

It threw its head back and let out a deafening roar. The sound was accompanied by a booming sound, causing the leaves around it to fall in a rustling motion.

His golden pupils crackled with electricity, and with each blink, a crimson tail of flame trailed behind, making them look like two red-hot copper balls.

"Shamanic invocation of spirits?"

Master Hongyin of Wudang frowned.

"But this isn't the way the Five Great Immortals operate..."

Zhou Meng pressed down on his senior brother's arm and whispered.

"That white ape can control lightning, so it must be quite powerful."

The anomaly in the field had now been completed.

Wang Ai's body swelled to over two meters tall, and his once well-fitting brocade robe was stretched into shreds, revealing the muscles beneath.

He—now we should call it "it"—looked down at his new body and suddenly showed a human-like expression of disgust.

"So weak...too weak..."

The voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing against the skin, completely unlike Wang Ai's original voice.

"His physique is far inferior to that of Chen Qi."

Lu Ren's expression turned solemn, and the purple Ruyi energy wrapped around his hands intensified.

He originally just wanted to teach this arrogant young master of the Wang family a lesson, but he didn't expect it to lead to this unexpected turn of events.

The oppressive aura emanating from the white ape made him break out in a cold sweat.

"This immortal is Lü Ren of the Lü family. May I ask..."

Before he could finish speaking, the white ape suddenly transformed into a streak of silver light...

Lu Ren only had time to cross his arms before he was blasted away by a tremendous force.

He crashed through three pine trees, each as thick as a bowl, before stopping. He was embedded in the trunk of the fourth tree, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"So much nonsense."

The white ape flicked its wrist, its voice full of impatience.

The sidelines were deathly silent.

Lu Ci stood up abruptly, but Lu Jin grabbed him.

"Do not impulse!"

Lu Jin said in a low voice.

"That's not Wang Ai anymore!"

Lu Ren, trapped in the tree trunk, coughed up a mouthful of blood and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good! Very good!"

He burst forth with dazzling purple light, and the Ruyi Force enveloped his entire body, instantly transforming him into a three-meter-tall ancient general's avatar.

His entire body was covered in armor, and the long spear in his hand emitted a chilling glint.

"Come and fight!"

Lü Ren's voice was like muffled thunder.

The white ape grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

It neither dodged nor flinched, letting the spear pierce its chest.

The moment the spear tip touched the silvery-white hair, a blinding flash of electricity erupted.

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Amidst the crackling sound of electricity, Lü Ren was horrified to discover that his Dharma Body Spear could not advance an inch.

The white ape's fur stood on end, each hair coiled with tiny lightning snakes.

"That's it?"

The white ape chuckled and casually patted the gun barrel with his hand.

"Crack!"

The purple spear snapped in two.

Before Lü Ren could react, the white ape had already pounced on him, its white-furred fist slamming heavily into the Dharma Body's chest.

The armor-like Ruyi Force shattered, and Lü Ren's Dharma body instantly collapsed.

"puff--".

Chapter 299 Opening the Altar to Invite the Immortals

Lu Ren spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back several steps, and finally collapsed to the ground.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Thunder magic...this thunder magic looks a bit like..."

The white ape did not give chase, but stood still, its golden eyes filled with mockery.

It turned its head to look at a spot on the sidelines, where a smiling young man stood—Chen Qi.

"Have enough fun?"

Chen Qi asked softly, but his voice carried eerily throughout the entire room.

The white ape pursed its lips, and its body began to shrink rapidly.

The silvery-white fur receded, revealing Wang Ai's original chubby face underneath.

When the last strange phenomenon disappeared, Wang Ai's legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees, drenched in sweat.

"Ho...ho..."

He was breathing heavily, but his face showed a morbid excitement.

"Too...too strong by 06..."

Lu Jin and Lü Ci quickly stepped forward to help the two up.

Lu Ren's condition was clearly worse; his arms were trembling unnaturally, indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

"Brother Wang, what's wrong...?"

Lu Jin hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Wang Ai waved her hand, her face still showing that strange excitement.

"The spirit medium... it's from Brother Chen's shrine... it's incredibly powerful..."